Baking...Baking....Baking

So my friend and I were voluntold(volunteer/told) to help with a big order the event center in town sent in to our school. The first order involved 600 shrunken head apple tarts, red vevlet brownies, 200 cupcakes, 4 dozen scones, 5 dozen sticky buns all spread out during the week. We spent all day last monday peeling, coring and carving apples. Why people would want faces in their apples I will never know nor understand. 

This week we are working on 1300 cupcakes ice cream cones(which we finished baking today), 1200 sugar cookie flags, 1300 brownies, and 1200 cake pops. Needless to say after today I am so tired and we aren't even through the week. 

Oh and by the way, we are doing this for free. Crazy, right?

Time to revamp!

I've decided since I did a horrible job of updating this blog when it was solely my thoughts, I figured if I rewired it towards my time at school I would more likely be inclined to write. 

Since this is my last year at culinary school and I spend the majority of my time there, I thought I would share some of the fun (and crazy) times I experience. 

To fill you in on what you've missed, I spent my summer as a kitchen manager at a camp in Georgia. Honestly, it was not what I was expecting. I rarely left the kitchen, not even to take a quick swim in the pool nearby. I understand that I was responsible for the kitchen but I only prepared dinner most days. I spent my summer constantly trying my best to keep everyone content, which meant not only the 100+ campers and staff but my bosses as well. Which, at times, seemed impossible. I did learn to just keep my head down and do my  work no matter what anyone says.  In life, there will be different management styles and I will have to adapt to each one. 

This summer also opened up old wounds and made me realize life is short and to focus on the people that matter. Not the ones who see you as a means to an end. 

On that note, I came back to school excited to be back at the place where I thrive and shine. My instructors are excellent people who care so much and want you to succeed. Not only do they give you the tools to do so, they let you try things on your own. They make sure if you mess up, you learn from it and move on. Not hold it over your head or bring it up at a later date. 

I am once again the president of our program's club and that brought along a group of new people interested in helping out.  We are actually hosting a social for current students, alumni and industry persons this week and I am extremely exited that the students placed in charge have done such a great job. 

While I have grown as a person and have gone through a phrase of self-realization this year, I couldn't have done this without the help of a few great friends. 

I hope to be better at updating now that I have a purpose and can only hope that you enjoy. I am sure there will be more stories to share. 

:-)

I have been an absolute slacker in pretty much everything in life except for school. I am sure all zero of my followers have missed my thrilling posts. ;-)

In the next few days I plan to take time for just me. 

You know what that means-LAUNDRY! 

I do enjoy the simplistic nature of folding laundry, that and cleaning. 

I am not very girlie or into being domestic but I sure do love cleaning and baking. 

I hope to catch a movie sometime soon just for kicks and giggles. 

Life is good.

Extra! Extra! Read All About It!

 Tomorrow morning  is my first day of the semester and I'm trying to remember everything I learned last year. 

You know what? 

I'm pretty sure I've forgotten everything.

Darn.

I'm hope it's like riding a bicycle and I'll be able to get back in the swing of things.

I also hope that I will use this blog as a way to rid the stress I am sure to have. So be prepared fellow bloogers, you are about to recieve all my complaints. 

Get excited. 

I did find my new favorite thing and it's super helpful for a busy college student. 

Perdue Perfect Portions chicken breasts. 

I love them and it solves my problem of always making way to much food for one person.

Well, that's it for today. 

Dun Dun Dun

Being a poor college student is awful. 

That is all. 

Melancholy Thoughts Fill My Mind

As I listen to Adele on Pandora, I feel like contemplating life. 

I realized the other day (with help from my friend) I just think way too damn much. 

When did I become such a thinker? 

I have I always over-thought everything and I am now just noticing? 

I have always noticed things that most people don't pay attention too. I have always been able to quietly ascess a situation or get information just by actually listening to the things around me. But I have I become so attuned to the things around me that I forget myself? 

Am I forgetting to fully live my life?

 Have I been too careful? In my haste to protect myself from anymore pain I have in fact missed opportunities to be happy? 

Recently I had something triggered inside me . I suppose it's hope, but whatever it is, it scares and elates me all at once. I haven't felt this spark in years, which makes me wonder if it's just my mind once again playing with me. 

Should I persue or just let it go?

Once again I am stuck between taking action and watching everything pass me by.

The perfect song just came on to fit my current mood: John Mayer's "Dreaming with A Broken Heart"

Listen to it, sllightly depressing but enjoyable 

F.I.N.E.

Have you ever been so mad that you literally saw red? Have you yelled so much that you almost lost your voice? Have you ever seen someone that you have known all your life in a brand new light? And are so shocked by what this person has become that you feel so sick and cheated that you just want to go curl up under the covers for a week? I have and I have reached a point in my life where I have realised that being tactful and classy will go a long way. Where did it become okay to be rude to everyone, to push the blame on other people instead of  claiming your own misgivings? When did it become okay to treat your family awfully and with such disrespect? To abandon someone without even glancing over your shoulder? When and why did you become such a horrible person? What has happened to you? When did you become so F.I.N.E.? 

**F$%#@d up, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional.

Well, there's my angry rant of the week. . . hopefully. Thank you Areosmith for providing such a wonderful acronym.